// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
“Meat pies year round, however the rare occasion has the most expensive meat. More tender, of course.” He, too, is content to imagine this unique universe where they didn’t need to worry about ruling or their past traumas, where they might be scar free and with a proportionate amount of trauma to keep them grounded. He likes to think they still would have found each other in spite of it, though there’s no real way of knowing.
As for Danta’s argument for taking the orange slices home, well, he makes an incredibly valid point that has the spaded tip of his tail patting the side of his chair where it’s wrapped around the Maverick’s chair leg. “You know me too well, darling.” He complains, though the tone is draped in affection nonetheless.
Sipping from his cocoa once the server has stepped far enough away that he can start to relax, Asta also relishes in the bright and sweet mint taste alongside the sweet cocoa that heats up his throat and alleviates any phantom fuzziness of the events at the Temple, setting the cup down as Danta offers an orange slice up for him. Squeezing his hand and leaning in to take a bite from his fiance’s offering, his teeth make short work of the sweet candied portion as they slice through. Near enough to the blonde’s fingers but careful enough to not leave him with a bite.
A low hum of appreciation slips from him with utmost content, chewing on the piece until he finally swallows it down. “I thankfully did not have to deal with it without the bonfire.” It’s a slightly proud boast – he had helped with the process of making it but had not been awake before to experience it.
He’s positive he wouldn’t have missed it, though. "I imagine it was bad enough for you to decide to make the bonfire when you did, however?" He asks, smirking over toward Danta.
As for Danta’s argument for taking the orange slices home, well, he makes an incredibly valid point that has the spaded tip of his tail patting the side of his chair where it’s wrapped around the Maverick’s chair leg. “You know me too well, darling.” He complains, though the tone is draped in affection nonetheless.
Sipping from his cocoa once the server has stepped far enough away that he can start to relax, Asta also relishes in the bright and sweet mint taste alongside the sweet cocoa that heats up his throat and alleviates any phantom fuzziness of the events at the Temple, setting the cup down as Danta offers an orange slice up for him. Squeezing his hand and leaning in to take a bite from his fiance’s offering, his teeth make short work of the sweet candied portion as they slice through. Near enough to the blonde’s fingers but careful enough to not leave him with a bite.
A low hum of appreciation slips from him with utmost content, chewing on the piece until he finally swallows it down. “I thankfully did not have to deal with it without the bonfire.” It’s a slightly proud boast – he had helped with the process of making it but had not been awake before to experience it.
He’s positive he wouldn’t have missed it, though. "I imagine it was bad enough for you to decide to make the bonfire when you did, however?" He asks, smirking over toward Danta.
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
